Melody Of Tears

Melody Of Tears: Part One

   [Feels and trigger warning! Also, I've combined part one and two into one large part.]

   

    Scott was just getting home from work. It was Friday, he had survived another week. It would be Valentines day in a few days. And he was off from work, buthe had to stay home with Vincent. What sort of tricks would he pull? Of course he would be flirty. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad. Scott was starting to like himafter all. He wasn't as bad as people made him out to be. He might have had a bloody past, but he was different now. He'd changed. 

    Vincent wasn't the same. He used to be a...rather Interesting  one. Before, he was a complete psychopath. Murderer, psycho, dark and evil. Scott had helped him.Vincent was getting better. He was getting sane again. Still, he had his 'episodes'. Where he would get violent, or go into severe depression. When he was depressed,it was like he was a frightened child. And Scott loved him, no matter what he did. Though he didn't want to tell him until Valentine's day. It would be a surprise. 

   Wait...where was Vincent? He was supposed to call Scott at 6am, but it was already 7. This was worrysome. Couldn't Scott trust Vince home alone?! Did he have tobabysit Vincent? 

    Suddenly, there were sirens. This scared Scott. He pulled the car onto the street that their house was on. To his horror, there was an orange glow from the house. Scott raced to the driveway. He got out of the car quickly. The house was on fire. It would be dangerous to go in, but he would do it anyway. For Vincent. 

   

    Vincent sat in the bedroom. The gasoline can at his feet, he laid down. The house was collaping around him, but he paid no mind. The only thought that went thoughhis head is what he had done, and he was sick of it. He couldn't take it anymore. He regretted what he had done. It was all too much. Too much for him to handle. 

     Vince looked up at the ceiling. The orange glow and smoke began to cloud his mind. Tears streamed down his face. He knew it was his fault. He knew it was he whohad caused it. He had nothing to lose anymore. But...Scott. How would Scott react? Would Scott miss him? Valentines day would be soon. It was doubtful that they hadanything between them anyway. Scott was just being nice and allowed him to stay here. Well, Vince had ruined it. There was nothing left. He would die soon. So, hedecided there wouldn't be anything other to do but sing a tune to match his tears. 

   "Well, I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette,  

A lifeless face that you'll soon forget

 My eyes are damp from the words you left, 

Ringing in my head when you broke my chest,

 Ringing in my head when you broke my chest.

 And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one 

'Cause most of us are bitter over someone.

 Setting fire to our insides for fun

 To distract our hearts from ever missing them

 But I'm forever missing him

 And you caused it

 And you caused it 

And you caused-" 

    He heard the door open, interrupting his Melody. He turned his head, looking at the door. He hoped it wasn't Scott. "Scott...no!" He didn't want Scott to come in andget hurt. He couldn't live with himself if he caused Scott pain. Vincent's vision began to blur. The smoke was infecting his lungs. He wouldn't make it much longer. He sawScott open up the door to the bedroom just as a large beam fell near the bed. If the fire reached that gasoline can...Vincent felt Scott pick him up, yelling "Vincent! Please stay with me!"Then Vincent's world went black.

   Scott sat at the edge of the bed. He couldn't stop the tears. He didn't bother. Everything that was close to him was now gone. The only thing he had left was Vincent, and that would soon disappear as well. 

   Vincent's injuries were too much. The smoke infected his lungs. When Scott had found him, amidst his melody oftears, it was too late. The doctor's at the hospital said that it had been a noble thing for Scott to carry him on footall the way to the hospital, despite Scott being hurt himself. Scott had suffered burns in the fire. He denied care, though,he just wanted Vincent to get better. He wanted with all his heart just to see his love again. To be able to tell him howmuch he cared, how much he loved him, how much he would miss him. 

   They came into the hospital room to question Scott again. Scott was reluctant to leave Vincent's side, but he reluctantlyagreed. He wiped his tears and went with them. They sat down in another room, and began to question Scott. Things like: "Do youknow why he would do something like this?" and "Was there a reason?". He couldn't think of anything besides that he wasn't good enough. Hadn't he shown Vincent enough love? Had he been mean to him? 

    When they were done questioning him, they allowed him to go back to Vincent's room. The doctor came in, and said the wordsthat Scott dreaded to hear. 

    "He won't make it."

    Scott's heart sunk. He looked down, tears brimming in his eyes. Now he'd lost everything. He couldn't hold back the tears any longer. The doctor nodded and left him be. Scott sat there, with his dying love, and he cried. What did he have to lose? 

   Nothing. 

   Scott began to lose it. He began to scream. He didn't stop. There was nothing left to him. He began to throw things. He triedto break the equipment, tried to get Vincent out of there, tried to save him, to the point where the nurses had to remove him from thehospital room. They ended up moving him to the mental ward until he calmed down. Scott sat in the corner, curled up. He hugged his knees, resting his chin on them. He stared at the door, trembling and sobbing.Everything he had cared about was taken away from him, and there wasn't any reason for him to live anymore. So he sat there, alone,with his thoughts. Did he care about you?Weren't you good enough?Hadn't you shown enough love to him? He began to scream again. He banged against the door, begging to see Vincent once more. That's all he wanted. Just to see him again. Just one more time..... 

    Finally, someone opened the door. Scott's first reaction to the nurse was hostile, but somehow she restrained him. She pushed him to theground gently. She wrapped him in a blanket and comforted him until he calmed down. When he had calmed down, and his tears had faded, she tookhim to Vincent's room. Scott crawled into the bed with Vincent. He didn't care how it made him look. He rested his head on Vincent's chest, and he couldn't help it.The tears were back again. He was broken, damaged, unrepairable.... Without Vincent, he was nothing. He sat up, looking down at Vincent. He began to sing his own melody, incase it would be the last thing Vincent heard. 

 "As he goes left and you stay right 

 Between the lines of fear and blame

 You begin to wonder why you came

 Where did I go wrong?

 I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And 

I would have stayed up with you all night

 Had I known how to save a life."

    Scott looked up at Vince. He felt a mixture of Love, Regret, Guilt, Sadness and Pain. Scott scooted up until he was level with Vincent, then kissedhim deeply. It was a passionate kiss, a goodbye kiss, an "I'm sorry" and an "I love you" kiss. Scott parted the kiss. Tears dripped onto Vincent, and Scottcollapsed ontop of him. He just wanted to die. Die with Vincent. 

 Then, suddenly, a shaky hand was place on his shoulder. Vincent kissed his head gently, smiling a little. "Miss me, buddy?" Scott looked up, in shock. Somehow, against all odds, Vincent had survived. Scott smiled, wiping his tears and hugging Vincent tightly. Scott whispered:"I thought I had lost you..."